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Let all thy love, and all thy grief,
Graven on my heart for ever be:

3 The meek, the still, the lowly mind,
O may I learn from thee, my God;
And love, with softest pity join'd,
For those that trample on thy blood.

9 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs,
O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast:
Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, , ,
And ever in thy bosom rest.

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1 E that pass by, behold the Man!
The Man of griefs, condemn’d for you!
The Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Weeping to Calvary pursue !
2 See: how his back the scourges tear,
While to the bloody pillar bound !
The ploughers make long furrows there,
Till all his body is one wound.

3 Nor can he thus their hate assuage;
His innocence, to death pursu’d,
Must fully glut their utmost rage;
Hark! how they clamour for his blood!

4 To us our own Barabbas give; Away with him, (they loudly cry:) | Away with him, not fit to live, The vile seducer crucify: 5 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood: His sacred limbs, expos'd and bare, Or only cover'd with his blood. 6 See, there! his temples crown'd with thorn?

His bleeding hands extended wide!

His streaming feet transfixt and torn!
The fountain gushing from his side:

7. Where is the King of Glory now!
The everlasting Son of God?
The Immortal hangs his languid brow:
The Almighty faints beneath his load :

8 Beneath my load he faints and dies:
I fill’d his soul with pangs unknown:
I caus’d those mortal groans and cries,
I kill'd the Father’s only Son:

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1 THOU dear suffering Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move:
Help me to catch thy precious blood;
Help me to taste thy dying love!

2 Give me to feel thy agonies,
One drop of thy sad cup afford:
I sain with thee would sympathize,
And share, the sufferings of my Lord.

3 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convuls’d while her Creator died:
Olet my inmost nature shake,
And die with Jesus crucify’d.

4 At thy last gasp the graves display'd
Their horrors to the upper skies;
O that my soul might burst the shade,
And, quicken'd by thy death, arise:
5 The rocks could feel thy powerful death,
And tremble, and asunder part:
O rend with thine expiring breath,
The harder marble of my heart?

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H ESUS drinks the bitter cup,
The wine-press treads alone;

Tears the graves and mountains up
By his expiring groan:

Lo, the powers of heaven he shakes,
Nature in convulsion lies;

Earth’s profoundest centre quakes,
The great Jehovah dies!

2 O my God, he dies for me,

I feel the mortal smart!

See him hanging on the tree,
A sight that breaks my heart!

O that all to thee might turn
Sinners, ye may love him too;

Look on him ye pierc'd, and mourm
For one who bled for you.

3 weep o'er your desire and hope,

With tears of humblest love!

Sing, for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns enthron’d above:

Lives our Head to die no more,
Power is all to Jesus given;

Worshipp'd as he was before,
The immortal King of heaven.

4 Lord, we bless thee for thy grace
And truth, which never fail;
Hast’ning to behold thy face
Without a dimming veil;
We shall see our heavenly King,
All thy glorious love proclaim,
Help the angel choirs to sing
Our blest triumphant Lamb. t

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1 HERE shall my wond'ring soul begin?
How shall I all to heaven aspire 2
A slave redeem'd from death and sin,
A brand pluck'd from eternal fire;
How shall I equal triumphs raise,
Or sing my great Deliverer’s praise?

2 O how shall I thy goodness tell,
Father, which thou to me hast show’d 2
That I, a child of wrath, and hell,
I should be call’d a child of God;
Should know, should feel my sins forgiven,
Blest with this antepast of heaven.

3 And shall I slight my Father's love,
Or basely fear his gifts to own 2
Unmindful of his favours prove?
Shall I, the hallow’d cross to shun,
Refuse his righteousness t” impart,
By hiding it within my heart?
4 No, though the ancient dragon rage,
And call forth all his host to war;
Though earth's self-righteous sons engage,
Them and their god alike I dare;
Jesus, the sinner's friend proclaim;
Jesus, to sinners still the same.

5 Come, O my guilty brethren, come,
Groaning beneath your load of sin;
His bleeding heart shall make you room,
His open side shall take you in:
He calls you now, invites you home,
Come, O my guilty brethren, come.
6 For you the purple current flow’d,
In pardons from his wounded side, -
Languish’d for you the Son of God,
For you the Prince of Glory died;

Believe, and all your sins' forgiven:
Only believe, and your's is heaven.

Portugal.] HYMN 198. L. M.

1 DAM descended from above :
Saviour and Head of all mankind;
The covenant of redeeming love,
In thee let every simmer find.

2 Our Surety, thou alone hast paid
The debt we to thy Father ow'd :
For the whole world atonement made,
And seal’d the pardon with thy blood.

3 Thee, the Paternal Grace Divine,
A universal blessing gave;
A Light, in every heart to shine;
A Saviour, -every soul to save.

4 Light of the Gentile world appear,
Command the blind thy rays to see:
Our darkness chase, our sorrows cheer,
And set the plaintive prisoner free.

5 Me, me, who still in darkness sit,
Shut up in sin and unbelief;
Deliver from this gloomy pit,
This dungeon of despairing grief.
6 Open mine eyes the Lamb to know,
Who bears the general sin away;
And to my ransom'd spirit show,
The glories of eternal day.

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1 OULD Jesus have the sinner die? Why hangs he then on yonder tree? What means that strange expiring cry? (Sinners, he prays for you and me;)

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